𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 -bob dylan

─ 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘷𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘯

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

she was awoken by the blistering sensation of being unable to shift her head, due to the growing crick that stalked in her neck. her head couldn't tilt to signal her arising and nor could she wind up the courage to flop her head onto the pain. she didn't want to risk a broken neck.

"you awake?"

she felt a pang of jealousy in that specific moment at the gruesome sight of him being able to turn his neck, "well now i am babe."

she shook her head, sucking in the consequence that came with her action.

"i told you i didn't like it when you called me what-"

he chuckled at her, interrupting her unintentionally but he used this accidental opportunity to his advantage, "listen, i just enjoy the way your face flushes red when i call you 'babe', babe."

the inside of her cheek became a sharpened victim to her bite as she bit back the chance to allow her face to transcend into a rouge. she was rather successful.

"hey princess, don't bite your cheek too hard." he chuckled once again, lifting himself from her lap. she received a small pat which only made her breathing hitch- and as much as he wanted to tease her endlessly about it- he decided to simply let it go.

"so where to, robert?" she questioned, her eyes clearly skipping along the ends of the road. they danced across the terrain and he found something he could've described as, "stunning", in the way she had such admiration for things that couldn't breathe.

"nowhere, i don't wanna go nowhere no more."

she raised an eyebrow at the boyish man, trying her best to tame a soon to erupt giggle, "okay, so let me get this straight, you want to go nowhere, but you also don't want to go 'nowhere' anymore? how does that make sense robert, please, educate me."

he cleared his throat at her words, her voice. his lips trembled as he tried to distract himself from the scenarios his mind was eagerly playing in front of his eyes. he couldn't help it- hormones. right?

he shrugged, casually, "i guess it just made me sound smarter babe, i dig that."

she stared at nothing now. her thoughts pooled around his new speech, new words. she despised it. 

"don't say that word."

it was his turn to raise his untamed eyebrow, "what word? i didn't say no 'cuss' word baby doll." he finished his sentence with a chuckle. a chuckle that arose from her expression taken from a fish on the sand.

even though her cheeks flushed naturally, she wasn't completely smitten with the man, "that word, dig. you never used to say that, so why say it now?"

he shrugged once again, she took a notice on how he shrugged too often recently, "i don't know, it just kind of sounded kind of groovy. i heard it in new-"

he gulped the moment her eyes pierced him in a way he never wanted to be pierced. his words were drowned and soaked in pools of guilt he had for throwing his new heart, his new home, into nearly every conversation. 

she started into nothingness. her eyes traced it. the curls that sat on its head, that only seemed to grow more tousled throughout the years she knew it. the more she looked at it the more she saw the image, the person she was searching helplessly for. he still was there, even if he furnished his newfound image with the blazing scent of new york and the speech of someone with little to no education. 

"i'm sorry sia, i shouldn't have brought it up again," his grin transcended to that of a sorrow filled smile that churned on his past actions that still cast a downpour on him.

she shook her head, a tear slipping out of her eyes, it stranded alone down the path of her cheek, twisting with a saddened dance with the silent questions yet observations from the man in the driver's seat.

"you wouldn't have brought it up again if you were sorry, you wouldn't have talked like this near me if you were sorry. if you were sorry you would've stopped yourself, held some sort of control over yourself."

she refused to let herself cry in front of him. 

he refused to let her go on the whole day without speaking.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙